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blisters on my feet ❧ i crawl back home
Who: allison argent ( driven ), isaac lahey ( algidity ), and (mirror) scott mccall ( exercise )
Where: gaming room!
When: rn
Rating: pg-13, warnings for mirror!scott being disgusting
Summary: lots of dumb internal monologue and html choices via me i'm so sorry
The Story:
[ Surging power is something this Scott has never felt before - surely he once thought he was strong, but now he's invincible. He's the Messiah. He's some sort of fucking holy, God blessed, strong. Unbeatable and unstoppable and finally getting the recognition he deserves.
Some part of him is still miffed he couldn't become an alpha on his own.
( the real Scott claws at his inners, beats the cold, birdcage confines of this Scott's soul )
( he begs to be released )
better ask your boyfriend for that, bucko
maybe we'll go to your girlfriend this time
who gets you off better?
please
i'm dying to know
Because what could that Scott do that this one couldn't? Mess up everything and bask in weakness - make pathetic friends that turn their back on him, starve him of the affections he so desires? What of Allison - the girl he can't quite reach - or Isaac - the boy directly in his palm? What of Stiles?
( begs )
He's weak. He's pathetic. Some part of this Scott wants to hurl knowing their souls are so intertwined right now - wants to claw up this body that isn't his, just to make the other sick, broken, ( begging ) battered. But this body is a gift and this Scott isn't wasting it - and he's waited too long to feel raw power, suffered far too much to ( stop ) go back now. He won't relinquish his hold so quickly. Won't give in to the sobs of the inner Scott who pleads ( stop, don't, no ) on his hands and knees.
( don't go there, don't go to them, please, please, please )
Oh, he's going. Headed straight towards "them" with a wicked grin plastered on his face, fists ( no ) clenching and ( you don't have to ) unclenching with each ( just stop it ) step.
( not them, not them, anyone but them ) Yes, them. It's them that Scott wants, them this Scott wants to destroy - for amusement, for manipulation. To break down whatever strength the inner Scott thinks he might have, to make him realize no, you're really weak, you're really fucking weak and pathetic and I hate you.
and you know what
soon they'll hate you
too.
He's confident. Cocky, more so, while he rasps the back of his knuckles against the wood of their gaming room - sniffing around to make sure the scents are all there. Stiles seems to be missing but that's fine - Scott can settle for two for now and he'll probably want to give Stiles a special treatment anyway, for having a face like his damned mirror. He wears his best puppy dog expression, eternally mocking what an idiot he must look like. ]
Isaac? Allison-- [ It catches, and he knocks again, before shoving his hands in his pockets. ] Guys, it's me - it's Scott.
[ The real Scott he wants to say, but figures that might be too much. Too soon. Internally Scott falls wild in his confines, slamming his body over any walls he sees, bruising his soul like he actually gives a damn.
( allison and isaac, don't, not them, no, please )
shut the fuck up. ]
driven ), isaac lahey ( algidity ), and (mirror) scott mccall ( exercise )Where: gaming room!
When: rn
Rating: pg-13, warnings for mirror!scott being disgusting
Summary: lots of dumb internal monologue and html choices via me i'm so sorry
The Story:
[ Surging power is something this Scott has never felt before - surely he once thought he was strong, but now he's invincible. He's the Messiah. He's some sort of fucking holy, God blessed, strong. Unbeatable and unstoppable and finally getting the recognition he deserves.
Some part of him is still miffed he couldn't become an alpha on his own.
( he begs to be released )
better ask your boyfriend for that, bucko
maybe we'll go to your girlfriend this time
who gets you off better?
please
i'm dying to know
Because what could that Scott do that this one couldn't? Mess up everything and bask in weakness - make pathetic friends that turn their back on him, starve him of the affections he so desires? What of Allison - the girl he can't quite reach - or Isaac - the boy directly in his palm? What of Stiles?
He's weak. He's pathetic. Some part of this Scott wants to hurl knowing their souls are so intertwined right now - wants to claw up this body that isn't his, just to make the other sick, broken, ( begging ) battered. But this body is a gift and this Scott isn't wasting it - and he's waited too long to feel raw power, suffered far too much to ( stop ) go back now. He won't relinquish his hold so quickly. Won't give in to the sobs of the inner Scott who pleads ( stop, don't, no ) on his hands and knees.
Oh, he's going. Headed straight towards "them" with a wicked grin plastered on his face, fists ( no ) clenching and ( you don't have to ) unclenching with each ( just stop it ) step.
( not them, not them, anyone but them ) Yes, them. It's them that Scott wants, them this Scott wants to destroy - for amusement, for manipulation. To break down whatever strength the inner Scott thinks he might have, to make him realize no, you're really weak, you're really fucking weak and pathetic and I hate you.
soon they'll hate you
too.
He's confident. Cocky, more so, while he rasps the back of his knuckles against the wood of their gaming room - sniffing around to make sure the scents are all there. Stiles seems to be missing but that's fine - Scott can settle for two for now and he'll probably want to give Stiles a special treatment anyway, for having a face like his damned mirror. He wears his best puppy dog expression, eternally mocking what an idiot he must look like. ]
Isaac? Allison-- [ It catches, and he knocks again, before shoving his hands in his pockets. ] Guys, it's me - it's Scott.
[ The real Scott he wants to say, but figures that might be too much. Too soon. Internally Scott falls wild in his confines, slamming his body over any walls he sees, bruising his soul like he actually gives a damn.
shut the fuck up. ]
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Both of them decided that PDA in front of anyone aside from Stiles or Derek was pretty awkward... To be honest, Isaac really wouldn't mind PDA with both of them thanks to Scott he's got that idea stuck in his head and everything seems to run an awkward line of possible jealousy and maturity. Isaac can't bring himself to even be jealous though, not of the kiss Allison and Scott shared and not of the past relationship. Besides, it would be sort of hypocritical. But now that the idea that the three of them could possibly work? Well, he's less scared about Scott deciding that he wants only Allison. (Also, the canoodling is sort of reassuring.)
He hears the heartbeat nearing the door before he hears Scott call for them and knock. It makes him both curious and content that the other boy is deciding to join them - his lack of presence when it's only Allison and Isaac? Well, it's distressing to the beta especially after getting used to being around him so often. They're room-mates and they spend their nights together tangled up in each other. Of course he notices when Scott isn't around.
When he opens the door he leans against it, giving Scott enough room to come in, an eyebrow hitched up his forehead and as he smiles down at him. Bright blue eyes watching Scott lightly as he nods his head into the room as if to say "come in." ] Hey, dude.
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and then the roots had broken through, and had broken away the moment they'd taken hold of her, and it was like she'd been freaking out for nothing. there was a moment of dizziness, like she was blacking out, and then it was gone. she asked isaac what he felt, but it was something of the same, and they just shrugged it off and kept going like they had been. and scott had...well. he kept his distance, but she didn't feel like there was anything off there. she still felt the tug in her chest (less physical than her tug towards isaac, but first loves never really go away), but she couldn't tell if anything was off.
and when isaac looks up and she hears the sound of scott behind the door, she's curious. curious, but not too much. if scott wanted to hang out with them, she would have loved to have him join. they were just planning on a movie, anyway, trying to figure out what they'd watch, or do. but then there's scott at the door, and isaac's getting up to open it, allison leaning against the couch inside the door so she can see him too. she smiles at him too, waving a little when she can see him through the door. ]
What's up?
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There's affection in the air too. Affection makes him want to gag, barf, die, punch something. But he continues on with his act - if he weren't an alpha, he'd make a fucking fantastic actor. ]
I need to talk to you.
uh huh ( they are ) uh huh
Scott shares glances with the two of them, looking hesitant for a moment, before taking a deep breath and looking at them each again. Inside, Scott stops lashing around, he gives up, he's weak, he's the beta, slumped to the side with his head in his hands. And Scott - this Scott, he's the alpha.
He looks nervous.
Fucking Oscar worthy. ]
Both of you.
you're left out ( okay ) you're forgotten ( okay ) ]
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[ He turns to look at Allison to assess her opinion for a moment before he looks back to Scott. They were just going to watch a movie, it could wait though. Maybe he could talk Scott into sticking around and watching the movie with them. There are few things Isaac thinks could be better than the three of them just watching a movie and relaxing. ] Yeah, sure.
[ Isaac presses his lips together, he doesn't know what to do with himself and he can't get his stomach to stop churning. There's nothing to be freaked out about, it's not like Scott could kick him out... Right? Even though Stiles is a little shit, he wouldn't let him... right? He has to pause, gaze flickering away again as he tries to keep his nerves from getting the best of him. Why couldn't Scott say he needs to talk? That's a normal thing normal people say, and besides, it's Scott. There were a million possible weird things going on in the mansion that he could want to talk about.
Instead of worrying over stupid things Isaac moves to sit against one of the arm rests of the couch. Most of his attention is still on Scott. He echoes Allison's words. ] What's up?
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[ she's not sure what it is. for all that she knows scott, she can't see anything off with him. he's standing in the doorway and he sounds nervous, but she can't see anything wrong. which is partially why she feels so bad, the way her smile falters a little at his words. i need to talk to you, both of you. allison's smile falls, and she shifts against where she's leaning against the couch. part of her wants to stand up, to start pacing, but that'd look weird.
her eyes meet scott's, and the feeling that something with off grows. she immediately assumes it's maybe because she feels guilty, maybe she feels bad about kissing isaac. but the moment that thought comes up, she pushes it away, because she doesn't. and she has no reason to feel that way. but it doesn't explain why her stomach tightens a little at the nervous look scott's giving them. for a brief moment her eyes move to isaac, a silent do you know what's going on? before her eyes are back on scott again. ]
Is everything okay?
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He wishes Erica were here. Wishes she'd be seizing ( you're awful ) right now. Because that scent - sickness, bile, sweat, tears - that is where his favorites lie. Maybe he misses her, ( you're disgusting ) she was such fun ( a monster ). ]
Sorry, yeah, everything is fine, I- I mean, kind of, I guess.
Just- this thing, that's going on between us? I can't- [ He shifts a hand in through his hair, avoiding their gazes like he actually cares about their reactions. He knows he's playing the "weak puppy in the rain" card a little bit too strictly, but how can he help it? The Scott inside him is pathetic, he's shit, the lowest of the low, he deserves to be a goddamn omega with how revolting his is.
This Scott spits on him, internally.
( bite me ), he says. ]
I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving, all right? I'm leaving you guys.
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Isaac can feel his heart skip a beat for a moment at the words that fall out of Scott's mouth. Blue eyes scan him up and down a couple times before a weak smile finds its way on his face. This has got to be some kind of joke. ] You're leaving us? [ This cannot be real. ] What are you talking about? [ There's a mirthless laugh, it's more scared than humoured.
He turns his head to look at Allison, as if she has some answer, but she doesn't seem to have one, so instead he turns his gaze back on Scott. ] Are you joking? [ He's stunned, but he's not at a loss for words, not yet.
Blue eyes narrow for a minute, he can smell the anxiety in the air, not as well as Scott can, but he turns his head towards Allison again, and yeah, the sickening scent is definitely from her. When he turns back to Scott? It's not coming from him, actually he's not sure what he's smelling from Scott. Arched eyebrows knit together for a minute as he tries to understand where exactly this all came from. ]
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this thing, that's going on between us? I can't- and allison's heart stops. not because of what he says, per say, but the fact he's saying anything at all. that's he's talking about...something she didn't even know was a problem. isaac smiles, thinks it's some kind of joke, but allison just frowns. what are you talking about? ] What thing? [ even though she knows what he's talking about, she plays dumb. needs someone to say it out loud. ]
What do you mean, leaving?
[ isaac turns to look at her, and her eyes glance over to meet his. not for long, though, before she's back to scott, trying to figure this out. her arm's cross over her chest and tighten a little, like she's hugging herself, when really she's just trying to figure it out. understand. she can't smell anything, like isaac can, but this isn't scott. ] What happened?
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[ ( don't call them dumb ) Right, that was probably a mistake. Scott quickly shakes his head, muttering out an apology, and lashing at the real Scott's soul, taking out his frustrations in the only way that he can. He has to be better, he can't slip up.
Even if he does, though, who cares? He can still hurt them, still hurt Scott. ]
I'm leaving- what do I say? Don't talk to me anymore. [ He shifts ( you're cruel ) around. It's only so hard to act like this is all important to him - he has to pretend to care, has to pretend that their emotions mean anything ( they're the most important things in the world ) to him. His eyebrows knit and his gaze falls to the floor, faking regret ( stop this ), faking pain ( they're my life ), faking sorrow ( i love them ).
that makes me want to hurt them more ]
Look, I'm... [ He pauses, biting at his lips. Internally, Scott's gone hysterical - sobbing, not fighting. He can see the looks on both their faces, the way they're so confused and he just wants to embrace them, whisper in their ears that everything's going to be all right, that he doesn't mean any of this- it's not real. It's not him.
( i'm sorry, allison, isaac )
they can't hear you ]
I'm going. But maybe- I could get one last goodbye?
[ God he has to fight off a grin. Threesome anyone? ]
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[ He's not sure what he's feeling, but it's some weird cacophony of emotions. Really, he thinks after the amount of let downs he's gone through he should be able to handle them better. ] Did something happen - what did we do? [ Hands move out to face palms up by his hips in a questioning gesture. ] You just don't want to talk to us anymore - why? [ Actually that line of questioning brings up another one that is almost overwhelming enough that he has to remember to breathe. ] What. Are you kicking me out of our room too? [ Well, this is familiar. ] You're serious?
[ No, this isn't right, Scott isn't emotional enough for this to be real. Scott is one of the most passionate people Isaac has ever met, and this? This isn't right. This can't be. Isaac isn't sure if he can handle it.
But maybe- I could get one last goodbye? His time with Derek shows on his face, the expression that dances across it, is reminiscent of the older Hale's. What the hell does that even mean? The question sounds incredulous when parroted back. ] One last goodbye?
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What happened? [ she's not pleading, not yet. the fact she can't quite place what's wrong is keeping her from believing this all to be truth. like scott's playing some awful, horrible prank on the two of them. like he's going to start grinning and yell psyche and god, she'll be so mad. so very mad. but then isaac starts asking questions, and her eyes narrow at scott. if isaac was taking this seriously, should she? what was she missing? the fact she can't quite get it, the fact that something is going on and she just doesn't get it, is making her more and more angry. hurt.
one last goodbye ]
What the hell is going on, Scott? Is this a joke?
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[ ( i call him stiles ) In response to Isaac's question - the only response he'll get to any of his questions, because really, what kind of a stupid cunt ( fuck off ) asks questions mile a minute? No, he's not returning those with some semblance of an answer, just shaking his head, running a hand through his hair.
Trying to look heartbroken is difficult when you don't have a heart. ]
Nothing happened and this isn't a joke. I'm tired of being your dog. [ Perhaps there's some sentimental shit lying beneath the surface of this Scott's real feelings on how people treat him - but he's not fond of it, and he shakes his head, crossing the floor to stand before them at the couch. His movements are more confident than the moment suggests, but his face looks something close to hurt. His best attempt at human emotions, sure, but it's probably pathetic. ] One last goodbye, though- I need closure.
[ Closer, and he's already leaning ( no ) forward ( no ) to ( no ) tap ( no ) his ( no ) lips ( no ) against ( no ) Isaac's ( no ) - hands, unsure of where to go, just stay at his sides. The kiss is inexperienced, unemotional, really met with the same amount of passion as a brush of arms together.
The Real Scott goes hysterical. Shrieking out don't touch him, don't touch him, but he only earns a slap in the face, a kick, whatever it takes to silence him. These are his lips after all - there's nothing wrong with it! Just Scott kissing Isaac, nothing wrong with that.
And Scott turns to bend and do the same thing to Allison, but before he does his reserve breaks, he loses control, and the smile is impossible to wipe off his face.
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Because it surely is now, and Scott has to slap a hand over his mouth to reel it back it, eyebrows still high on his face to imply the smile behind his mouth. He can't help it - it's funny, it's all so fucking hilarious and he's shitfaced with happiness because -
but who really does know the real you?
the real you
who is scott?
i think it's me
And he's reeling backwards, making some distance between them again as he bends at the waist, cramping from the force of his laughter. When he does eventually regain himself there are tears in his eyes - his smile remains while a finger wipes the moisture away. ]
Some- some shitty lovers I have!
Aye yo, Allie, let me show you how to do a singing bitch greasy
Isaac's first instinct is to try to keep space between himself and Scott - when he's acting like this, all the teenager can think of and be reminded of is his dad, his dad and Derek. It's terrifying to have Scott remind him of them. The somewhat salty bloody tang of fear is almost bleeding off every fibre of Isaac's being for a minute - probably doing nothing but to encourage this other Scott more. He can't help it, especially when he cannot get any sort of read on the one person he can always rely on.
Of course Scott is in his space before he can really contemplate the pros and cons of trying to scramble across the couch away from him. But it's not an attack like Isaac expects, it's a kiss... Sort of. If kisses were always like this from Scott, Isaac is pretty sure he wouldn't want to waste as much time as he does kissing him.
There is no sincerity to the action, the brush of lips is so different, the lack of hands more telling than anything, and Isaac doesn't react to it, instead he simply waits for Scott to draw away from him. Eyes are as cold as the ice they resemble and the look on his face is far from impressed. This isn't right.
Then he's laughing, and the look Isaac shoots Allison is probably one of the most telling ones he's ever worn. Is this asshole for real? He's almost tempted to put himself in between Scott and Allison and strong arm him away from her but he doesn't have to, Scott retreats. Isaac is almost certain that this is in fact their Scott. He looks like Scott, he smells like Scott, he sounds like Scott...
Part of Isaac thinks that this is just the other shoe falling, like he was waiting to happen, the louder part of Isaac screams that this is all wrong - even if Scott were ever to end it with him, this isn't how he'd do it. Scott wouldn't have ignored his questions - he wouldn't have acted like this, and Isaac is pretty sure at least one of his questions should have drawn an emotional response from Scott, that didn't smell and feel like... Whatever this is.
Narrowed eyes follow every movement Scott makes as Isaac tilts his head upwards slightly, it's not obvious he's scenting the air unless someone knows what they're looking for. He doesn't smell any sickness, any other odd scents on Scott, there's nothing that can tell him what the hell is going on. The tallest teenager stays quiet, observing, because weirder things has happened than mind control or brain slugs. He needs to take a step back, observe and watch. The only response Scott manages to pull from Isaac this time is a simple word, quite the opposite of his previous inquiries. This one is mixed with incredulity and slight sarcasm: ] Really?
[ If Scott thought the scents in the game room were bad, the emotions bleeding off Isaac's skin are thick, sharp, albeit only evident to Scott and himself. Bitter and warm, there's Isaac, trying to tame his anger, hold it back, but that doesn't make it any less there. Him holding it down and forcing any possible retorts back, pressed into the space between two lungs does nothing to dull the scent of nasty weather, of anger ready to boil over. It's not at Scott, as he may think, it's at the fact that someone has the gall to try to manipulate Scott like this. Manipulation is what is going on here, Isaac is sure of it. ]
c:
the kiss throws her off. not so much because she didn't know- she knew ever since that day isaac walked in on her and scott. knew, but maybe pushed away, to the back of her mind. she tried not to think about it too much, because something dark and sad coiled around her heart when she did. allison's eyes follow scott through the kiss, then widen when he turns to her. without her even realizing it, she tenses, as if she's being approached by an enemy, something dangerous. but she's a little too shocked to even consider moving- at least until he smiles, and the wrongness of the whole situation sinks in.
it's not scott.
that's the thought that hits her square in the chest, the anger falling away for a moment into quiet shock. this isn't scott and then the shock shifts to the slightest amount of fear. fear she tries to hide with anger but it all just mixes up in her chest. some part of her knows that both isaac and scott can probably tell, but she doesn't let it show. jut drops her arms to her side, feeling isaac's look but not returning it, never letting her eyes leave scott's face. ]
What did you do? [ a moment later, and she's taking a step closer to him. to scott, but not scott, suddenly angry in the way that she knows something happened to scott, and she wants to know why. ] What did you do to Scott?
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So forgive his smug look. Forgive him for smiling at Isaac's anger because it tastes like chocolate on his lips and he fucking loves it. Sickness, pain, hate, he'll eat that shit up for breakfast. ]
Oh - oh, I'm so sorry! We haven't met yet, that is so rude of me. [ He crinkles his eyebrows over at Isaac, pressing his hands together in front of his mouth, in a fake apology. Quickly there after, he sends a wink towards Allison, smiling widely. ] We have, though, haven't we, sweetie? Remember- ohhh, Scotty I'm so scared!
[ Naturally referring to the chess match, which Isaac wasn't around for - and that's fine, because Scott sort of got his ass handed to him but only because the real Scott, in the stands, cheated. He's still grumpy about it, but he doesn't look the part, spinning around on his heels with his arms raising up on either side, like he's about to preach, back faced towards both of them. ]
I'm Scott. No, not your Scott, but the real one. The one he doesn't let you see - the one he tries to hide, but it seems I've won over recently. [ He grins, peeking over his shoulder at the other two, arms still spread. ] I have no idea why it's taken so long! Your Scott is a little bit on... the dull side. An idiot. A fucking baby, with how he's crying right now - oh, yes, right, he says hello by the way.
cute ]
But you already know that all well enough - trust me, I know you both know him inside and out, little whores. I am Scott McCall, Messiah of werewolves. You'd be wise to bow at my feet - because I'm your god, and I'll lead you into damnation, if I'd like! Isn't that funny? I could kill you both if I wanted to, because -
- well. I'm the alpha.
[ And he spins back then, eyes flashing red for emphasis. ]
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Isaac can't help the shock on his face, one of his hands moves up to rub at his neck, where marks had once been, lasting longer than they should have. It makes sense, and it's not like Isaac didn't see it coming. He's wanted Scott as his alpha for a long time, but he didn't know it was possible. Blue eyes narrow slightly as they flicker down Scott, as if trying to find an answer. He doesn't know what's going on still. He said he wasn't their Scott but from there, Isaac just became even more confused.
His hand drops to his side limply, not really savouring that "aha" moment very much. If it were any other time, he'd be happy for Scott, he didn't have to let Derek or any of the other alphas tell him what to do or hurt him... Though, Isaac guesses he never really did let that happen... He can remember asking Derek where Scott was during the full moon, and then again hearing about Scott joining his pack for a hot minute to sort out what needed to be sorted out. Scott? He was the reason Isaac stayed, not Derek.
Something in him screams to back down, he's never really been scared of Scott, not like Derek... But this feeling is so similar, that's his alpha, challenging and threatening them both. It's not easy to ignore like Ethan and Aiden's angry roars had been, he didn't have respect or fear for them, just anger. Right now? His anger is probably the only thing keeping him in that spot. There isn't a challenge of power or even a threat from Isaac at the moment, instead he stays fully human, bright blue eyes laced with worry, white blunt teeth showing in his confused expression, rounded fingernails pressed into his palms leaving crescent moon shapes as he balls his fists.
They haven't met yet, and he's not their Scott. He'd ask what that means but the idea of the actual Scott McCall crying is what causes him to bare his teeth with each word, agitation now obvious. ]
He's in there? Scott is?
[ The urge to attack is smacked in the face with the urge to protect. Scott is in his body too. Someone or something is controlling him. If he hurts that something, does it hurt Scott too? ]
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it's the wink that makes her want to barf. her eyes narrow, though, when he mentions meeting her. that she should know him. how would she- and then they widen when she gets it. ]
You're his mirror. [ she couldn't say that word with more disgust than she is. she remembers the match, remembers the way scott's mirror had been, and how scott had interfered to get rid of him. she'd been so confused, just days after she got here in the first place, but now? now she's angry. she does spare isaac a look, trying to catch his eyes in a sort of it's true I know him sort of way before she's back to the mirror, or more specifically, his back. ] You're not the real Scott. Just a copy of the original. You'll never-
[ he's crying right now and allison's knee-jerk reaction is to step towards him, fists clenched, jaw set. the anger has boiled up in her chest at this point, ready to spill over, out. the red eyes don't scare her because she remembers seeing them, talking to scott about it, to deaton. a true alpha, was what deaton has said. they looked wrong, no, on scott's face. now that she knows it's not him wearing it. ]
I'm not a werewolf, so you being an alpha doesn't mean anything. [ she wishes she had her taser, or a bow, or something on her to make her seem more intimidating than she is. but at the moment, all she has is her dark eyes. she needs to do something, but how do you fight a werewolf that's in the body of someone you don't want to fight at all? ] You don't belong here. Let him go.